Shackles of Pain

By Dr. Misha Suman

My mind has been my cage,

My memories, my pain

Slowly throttling my courage,

That's my monster's forage.

Lost in the desert of ill-fate

All those dreams are mirages;

To fall into pit of baits

That welcomes me to darkest age.

I rise up each time, fighting for mine

They pull back me each time,

And consume what's left behind.

Until I wake up.....

I wake up with her fingers running through my locks;

Leaves me beind at the dock.

Handing me a bunch of Daffodils,

Flew away her group of Hornbills.

By Dr. Misha Suman